Fighting Each Day

A safe place for all who need it. A hand to hold. A warm hug. A listening ear. And a friend. <3

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Things silly kaitlins do

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Arkansas trip was a success. Kipper saw her mom. I got to spin fire with Jason and my love. :)

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Camping part 3!

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I never wanted to leave, but I can't wait to be home so that I may recover and return for more adventures. <3

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Some of the many photos from this weekend's camping adventure

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Amanda (littleblackfox). Body positive beauty.

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She's gorgeous

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Icon For Hire <3

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Before and after: Chopping half of my hair off

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Vape life, yo

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BDSM

Bernie Da Sanders Man

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FOREVER WILL REBLOG NOW

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I want to bite your neck and push you against the wall but I also want to make you breakfast and cuddle

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So on point.

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Here’s a hair appreciation post in honor of the fact I dyed it red for the first time three years ago today ☺️❤️

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SLAY, DARLING, SLAY ON!!!!

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I’m going to tell you all a story. When I was a 23-year-old assistant, I desperately wanted to please my boss, even as she sent me to purchase a single banana during a hail storm or told me I’d never be in management (for no reason other than the way I dressed). 

I wanted to please her so much because I thought that if I could just get everyone at my job to like me, I’d stop having panic attacks about work every weekend. 

One day, I realized that not only did everyone at my job not respect me, but I didn’t respect me. 

I quit that job. During my interview for a new job, I was my weird, goofy self. I cracked jokes with the hiring manager. I pulled my resume out of a tie-dye backpack. I got the job. 

I made friends at that job because I dared to be myself, patterned leggings and all. Today, I work in a field my first boss would have told me was impossible for me. 

I still wear my leggings.  And Doc Martens. And visible tattoos. And side shave. 

People might believe that I don’t care what they think of me, but I do. I care, even when I try not to. I’m human. 

The difference? No one can stop me now. Fuck their eye rolls.  

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This is beautiful. Fuck YES